Consider this one of the highlights of my life! For one day at least, I get the keys to the Cadillac — also known as the Warrior Beat Blog. This comes on the heels of a recent Warrior football practice in Hilo where I got to meet some of the good folks on the blog. Yet there are so many that I still have yet to meet.
In short, this is Bigislandkurt and I’m from……well, the Big Island. Ka’u to be exact. I’m currently in economic exile on the Hilo side of the island, and if people don’t already know, me and A-Joe trace our formative years to that great and majestic district of Ka’u. I’ve been a Rainbow/Rainbow Warrior/Warrior football fan my whole life (I’m 41), but my earliest memories come from the Dick Tomey years. I would always have my “Honolulu” cousins go to the campus to find me a UH Football media guide. I’d study it religiously, and although I was well in my 20’s before I ever saw a life UH game at Aloha Stadium, As a kid, I would always try to watch the Dick Tomey show. The names that got me started were Ralph Cherry, Gary Allen, David Tolo’umu, Alvis Satele, Dana McClemore, Walter Murray, Niko Noga. Offensive linemen Samson Kela and Rashad Galimba both traced roots to the Big Island. Sam was/is from Hilo and Rashad’s ohana is from Ka’u. So it gave me more reason to be a UH fan. As a college student in Colorado, me and friends would drive to Laramie, Colorado Springs, and Fort Collins during the original WAC years. As a matter of fact, I have the dubious distinction of being kicked out of War Memorial Stadium in Laramie, WY. Any ideas why?
The UH fan base is often colored with Oahu colors. It is one that is punctuated by tail gates, stadium traffic, and the every day Oahu realities of what life is like when UH football season is in play. Yet for droves of Warrior football fans throughout the state (and world for that matter), game day for us comes with a few differences. Whether you are crowded around the car radio or in the backyard of that one uncle who purchased the PPV package, this blog is dedicated to you. I know of fisherman friends who listen to the game out on the ocean when they go ika shibi. These are the hardcore UH fans out “in the sticks” like me. Many of us live in areas where there’s no power grid lines, let alone pay-per-view. These fans find a way to listen to the game no matter what. WE crowd around radios in garages and we go as wild as the stadium folks when Moniz delivers that perfect strike to Pollard in the end zone. Sometimes, I feel like you guys can hear us screaming all the way on Oahu! Remember that scene from the movie Hoosiers where the folks back home couldn’t make it to the big game in Indianapolis and they were listening to the big game on the radio? Well, that be us who live in da sticks. To all those Warrior football fans out in the woodwork — Moloka’I, Big Island, Maui, Kauai, Ni’ihau, Lanai, and even Kaho’olawe, today’s blog goes out to you.